Yesterday, my hubby taught me how to mow on our riding mower. I’d never used it before. I thought I did pretty good, all things considered. I didn’t run into any fences or over any trees that we wanted to keep. I didn’t roll the machine over or run over any living thing and I didn’t make the mower stall out. Like I said, I did pretty good. I wasn’t exactly dressed for mowing, but that’s how it goes. I wanted to share this photo of myself after I got off the mower. I am filthy! Covered with the all things itchy that came flying at me as I mowed. I do not like this photo. It shows exactly how overweight I am, which is something I am constantly aware of, but try desperately not to “see”. I gave up drinking Cokes last Sunday and now I’m trying to see myself as I really am. Little steps in a long process.
Hubby and I each mowed about half of our huge yard. I don’t know how many acres it is. Then he cut branches off our cedar tree by the driveway and I hauled them out of the way. People will be able to drive in without scratching their cars now and will actually be able to see the house for the yard.